"Whew"

Flying at high altitude may seem elegant, but it doesn't actually feel good.

In the absence of protection, the operator can't even open his eyes during rapid flight, and the rapid flight at high altitude will bring about an extreme drop in temperature, which is a difficult torture for fragile humans.

As a result, while the Hammer Dwarves were willing to give humans the method of domesticating griffins, few humans could learn it, and only a small percentage of humans could navigate griffins through the air with the same ease as their thick-skinned dwarves.

"Wow"

Tyrion rode behind the giant bone griffon, neither the cold nor the crazy wind around him could affect the Death Knight's vision, he was dead, he would not feel the cold, and the death energy around him made it impossible for the wind to shake his body.

Behind him, there are 7 white-boned griffons lined up, this is the prey they got in the last hunt in the hills and the Hinterland Mountains, for ordinary orcs, griffons such large beasts may be difficult to deal with, but for the dark rangers who specialize in archery, they can easily hunt such aerial birds of prey with simple cooperation.

This slaughter of griffons soon caught the attention of the Brutehammer Dwarves, but in a rage at Kudran. When the Hammer arrived at the scene of the incident, Tyrion had already set off with his Knights of the Darkblade, and the Hammer Griffon Knights, who could not find the culprit, could only inflict their anger on the innocent orcs, and on that day, at least 4 orc outposts were destroyed by the angry griffon knights.

However, that has nothing to do with Tyrion anymore.

As the leader, Tyrion sat alone on a white bone griffin, behind him, Glokush and Celent shared a griffon, the four dark rangers who survived the battle were scattered on the two griffins, and the remaining four griffons were crowded with 12 Death Knight recruits, who were carefully selected new members of Tyryon.

He only wanted those who were skilled in manipulating the energy of death, and in reality, Tyrion didn't trust the diehards of these Great Chiefs, who were still used as victims and cannon fodder at critical moments.

Tyrion's thinking is very clear, his Knights of the Dark Blade does not need too many knights in the early stage, small-scale, elite combat is more in line with his requirements, in the final analysis, his destination is not in the battlefield in the northern frontier of the continent, at this moment, the less attention is drawn, the better it is for them to fish in troubled waters.

"We've been flying sleepless for 2 days now..."

Glokush's slightly tired voice sounded in Tyrion's head, "How long will it take?" ”

The dead do not feel the exhaustion of the body, but the exhaustion of the soul cannot be eliminated, and many people think that the dead do not need sleep after they are resurrected, which is actually a misunderstanding, the death knights, including the mighty Talon. Bloodseeker and Tyrion also need a short hibernation once a day to let their souls get rid of their tiredness.

Of course, this time is very short, it only takes 1-2 hours to fully recover, and their sleep is more like a torture, in a state of soul rest, memories of the past will fill the mind of the necromancer, and it is like the painful process of Glorkush, experiencing the fresh life of the past in a dream, and at the moment of awakening, the cruel reality will make the necromancer very painful, that is the real torture.

"We've reached the Stratholme region in the heart of Lordaeron..."

Tyrion lowered his head, discerning the terrain around him, and replied in his soul:

"Soon, soon we will reach the Eternal Song Forest."

He looked up, and in the eclipsed vision, he could see a fiery red hue on the ground in the distance, it was the maple leaves of the Eternal Song Forest that stained the earth red, and this was the time of year when Quel'Salas was at its most beautiful.

And now, he will return to his former hometown in another attitude... What a cruel thing.

Two hours later, the terrifying white-boned griffin flapped its wings and slowly landed on the edge of the Yongsong Forest at the behest of its new master, and from the sky, this stretch of red forest was almost filled with the land of the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, who inherited the elegance of the Elven Empire that was destroyed 10,000 years ago, and they loved the red maple tree very much, considering it the most beautiful view.

And at this time, it happens to be the time when the maple leaves fall, and from a distance, the whole of Quel'Salas seems to be enveloped by a fiery red scenery, full of a unique atmosphere of the elven kingdom, and a somewhat twilight scenery.

The orcs are easy to find here, a hill uncovered in maple leaves to the southeast of the sprawling Eternal Song Forest, one of the last two strongholds of the Amani trolls, and to the northeast of the core of Quel'Thalas, the sanctuary of these savage creatures, Zuaman, a temple that has existed longer than the High Elf king's capital, Silvermoon City.

The orc camp is located in the forest not far from the troll stronghold, and the invaders from the other world do not care about the magnificent beauty of Quel'Thalas, and they have built a large-scale camp for most of the month since they arrived, frantically cutting down the surrounding trees.

"These bastards!"

Jumping off the bone griffin, Tyrion heard Serent scolding behind him, although he was dead, cut off by the cold reality, but it was clear that Serent's cold heart was still filled with anger when he saw his former hometown destroyed in this way.

In fact, it was not only him, but the four silent dark rangers, and even Tyrion himself, were also very uncomfortable when they saw the bare land that had been cut down around them.

"Yo, look who this is! The new hero of the Horde, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn is back! ”

A gloomy voice came from the camp door, and the moment he heard it, Glokush's hand was on the handle of the axe behind his back, but he was held down by Tyrion.

"It's not time yet! Patience..."

His voice calmed the tumbling hatred of Glokush for a moment, and when Tyrion looked up, he saw the aging Dragonbell Gul'dan, wearing his trademark shadow hood and holding a staff full of skeletons, walking towards them, and beside him, the tall Twilight Hammer chief Ogre Gurgar, and the orc Overseer Wallock. Sarufar.

"Let's welcome!"

Gul'dan clapped his hands in a gesture, and behind him, the two-headed ogre Gugar also clapped his hands, and both heads were full of silly smiles, but behind that smirk, there was an extremely unique soul hidden.

"I brought what you lost, Gul'dan!"

In the face of Gul'dan's malicious taunts, Tyrion reached out, and a broken fang in his black armor was so glaring.

That was the fang that was smashed down by his own hands that day, the fang that belonged to Guldan, the moment he saw this fang, Guldan's gaze became fierce, and the dark red eyes were beating with undisguised malice, but with his cheeks that were missing a fang, how strange it looked.

"I'll watch you! Don't let me get your hands on you, Tyrion! ”

Gul'dan stretched out his finger and pointed it at Tyrion pointedly, not hiding his hostility at all:

"If you do anything to betray the tribe, I will drain your soul with my own hands and make you miserable!"

In the face of this hostility, Tyrion did not answer, after his death, he had become accustomed to speaking in deeds rather than words, he set his eyes on the silent orc overseer Sarufar, looking at the murderer who had hacked him to death with his own hands, Tyrion was calm in his heart, and did not have much hatred.

But the two people with opposite eyes can guess that if they really go to the necessary step, between these two people, they are destined to leave only one...

"On the orders of the Great Chief, I'm here to support you waste!"

In a cold voice, Tyrion said:

"It's been almost 20 days, and with the help of the Amani trolls, you haven't yet invaded the heart of Quel'Thalas, much to Ogrim's disappointment!"

In the face of this questioning, the expression on Sarufar's face was not good, he coughed lightly, turned sideways, and made a "please" motion.

"The situation is a bit complicated, we are winning on the battlefield, and now that most of the Eternal Song Forest has fallen into our hands, it's not that we don't want to attack Quel'Thalas, but we can't..."

"Come on, I'll explain to you the terrible situation right now!"

On the other side, the royal capital of Quel'Salas, the magnificent magical city of Silvermoon.

The city was 6,800 years ago, when Quel'Salas' first Sun King, Darth Rema. After the Sunstriders banished the trolls here, the city was founded in the sacred land of the trolls, and was also the first royal city of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas.

After more than 6,000 years of development, the city has become a symbol of the High Elves, it is larger than the largest city of mankind, the King of Lordaeron, in fact, more than 70% of the High Elves live in this city, and the rest are scattered in the large and small manors of the Yongge Forest and the Silver Moon Forest.

These estates do not represent lowliness, in fact, being able to live in the outer estates is a status symbol.

For example, the Windranger family, which has served as the Ranger General of Quel'Thallas for generations, lives in the Windranger Tower in the Eternal Song Forest far away from Silvermoon City, and in addition, there is also the Mage Tower created by the highly developed mage civilization of the High Elves, which is also scattered throughout the border of Quel'Thallas to guard the country.

But now, in just 20 days, the Eternal Song Forest, which is the outer territory of Quel'Salas, has almost completely fallen, which is enough to alarm the small number of High Elf society.

Civilians gather in Silvermoon with trekrieg, whispering stories about the terrible orcs, while the big men gather in the Sun King's palace to discuss the real militaristic affairs in response to the brutal invasion of orcs and trolls.

"Prince Kael'thas is lobbying the human nations in Dalaran to get them to allocate a portion of their forces to support us."

Ranger General Liresa. Windranger, the high-flying female general, sat at the front of the palace and faced the members of the Silvermoon Council, she exclaimed:

"The previous war has shown that the ranger troops alone cannot resist the orcs who are more savage than the trolls, although the mage troops can suppress them, they can only stop them in the Yongge Forest, our soldiers are too few to launch a counterattack!"

"We need human soldiers who can fight the orcs head-on, and with their help, we can easily expel the orcs! Or even solve the Amani trolls that have plagued us for thousands of years in one fell swoop! ”

"But that means we need to ally humanity again!"

Member of the Silvermoon Council, Archmage Darkan. With a wave of his left arm, his sumptuous black robes dancing in the air, Draxier stood up and said to Anastarian, the current Sun King sitting on the throne:

"I don't believe in the human kingdom, they are not like their glorious ancestors! The kingdom of humanity is a little divided under our noses, and we all know very well why the first empire of humanity collapsed... Their desires, their arrogance, and their irrational leaders have pushed us away from them. ”

The archmage's voice was cold, full of the arrogance characteristic of the High Elves:

"I can almost foresee that once we join the Alliance, the human kingdom will continue to demand that we send our precious forces into their armies, and our soldiers will be sacrificed to win the victory for the human kingdom... It's like Tyrion who died half a year ago. Dawnblade is the same! When he and his rangers were dying, I didn't see a human reaching out! ”

"The number of elves is too small compared to humans, and once invaded by their culture and beliefs, our country has little to resist! It's not a wise choice! ”

"Shut up!"

General Liresa, who had always been calm, became unusually angry when she heard Tyrion's name, and her beautiful eyes stared at Darkan, making the latter subconsciously take a step back:

"Don't mention that sad name... What you say makes sense, but Councillor Darkan, your reasoning can't help Quel'Salas expel the orcs, and we should focus on the present than the trouble we'll encounter in the future! We need human help! That's all! ”

"Then talk to them!"

King Anastarian, who sat on the throne and did not speak, stretched out his hand to interrupt the-for-tat of his ministers, and he whispered:

"Tell humanity that we'll consider joining the Alliance, but we'll see their sincerity first... They had to prove themselves as noble as their ancestors in the war, or Quel'Salas would not have made a new promise. ”

"Until they respond, hold on to the Bantinorel Barrier! General Lilesa! The front-line war is for you! ”

"Yes! Sun King! ”